cleanliness

I'm clean. Not only am I clean, but the house is clean too. I spent the entire morning dodging Rory, rushing in and out of rooms with a broom, then a dustpan, dusting cloths, bathroom cleaner, carrying towels to be washed, feeding Emme, warning Rory for the fourth time not to go near the dirt pile I had just swept up, and telling her repeatedly that everything in the cleaning bucket is "cleaner" as she asked, "What's that Mommy?" about each item.

You'd never find out. But I must be honest. My shower isn't so clean. I hate cleaning the shower. I have found that the best way to really scrub all the walls of a shower is by being in it. And I figure if I'm going to get in the shower it better be because I'm about to use it. So typically I scrub our shower right before I take one. However, I get a little bit nervous using cleaning solution in the nude. Therefore, I avoid cleaning our shower..."avoid" is a nice word. Most of the time I just don't. Gift idea for Sam: one of those automatic shower cleaners with the button you push when you get out. It sprays the entire shower and cleans it for you. That would be nice.

So now I sit. Wet hair from a shower, my face made up...with eyeshadow to boot, and in a fresh pair of pajamas. Don't worry, I'll dress today. I am leaving the house.

Rory will wake up from her nap soon. I should enjoy the clean while I can.